Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Can You See?

The red tail lights?

I’m headed for Spain….

I can see Daniel waving goodbye, looks like Daniel, must be the clouds in my eyes...

Just about to start packing and in a few hours a car
will pull up to the front of my apartment building, here to gather me, a
handful of my belongings and my husband and deposit us at a dingy but likely
bustling international terminal at LAX where I am going to board a
double-decker Air France plane and sail off to Paris for a quick layover before
landing in Barcelona. It’s finally here, departure day, I’m off to Spain and it
just so happens to fall on the anniversary of the sixth month of being smoke
free. Perfect.

Cannot wait to feel the air in Girona. See the lush
green fields. Smell the dust as our car turns down the dirt road that leads to
the farmhouse that we will be calling home for the next couple weeks. Feel my
feet crunch the tiny pebbles as I approach the front door, turn the heavy metal
key, feel my dried out frame begin to plump and expand as I give myself over to
soaking it all in…

Webb,Had some time to check email here at the airport while waiting for my flight to Barcelona and guess what else I'm doing? Yup drinking some local. French wines!

Rogue Love,So you might dig this, the little local wine that is serve yourself here in the Air France Lounge, 2010 Beaucastel Chateauneuf-du-Pape blanc. It's just sitting there begging for us to pour free glass after free glass...pretty cool no? I am planning on eating and drinking well and from the little I know of Girona, think I might have to be mildly retarded to not.